I haven't been back to the school where I spent my last two years of high school since I graduated (and my parents have lived for 10 years less than a mile away). While I blossomed intellectually there, in many other ways I don't want to remember those years. But a week from today I am taking my daughter to visit--it looks like it might be a good choice for her because it is one of the smaller of the top boarding schools. I cannot imagine how it will feel to go on a tour. So I'm trying to face some of my memories. After a lot of google searching I found a relatively recent picture of the only fellow student I connected with:
I'm not using his name because I bet he is still as ashamed of how naive we were in those years as I am.